As the midnight blizzard howls around the mountainside cabin, bethany kneels by the fireplace, basking in its warmth upon her nude body. Wearing only a pair of tiny earrings, she waits, listening to the wind rattling against the windows and the crackling of the burning wood before her. she loses herself in the tall, dancing flames, her thoughts turning inwar...
Dave Moore was fixing his own breakfast, because his wife had an early morning meeting. He had made himself some fried eggs. These were no ordinary eggs; for he had bought them from a gypsy that he had met from a walk in the woods. She told him that they would help him lose weight and would dramatically improve his sex life. Dave looked down at his stomach a...
Halloween night had to be, by far, the worst night that one could choose to study. When Morgan had planned her study session after bombing her last Clinical Procedures exam, she had thought Monday would be a perfect, quiet day to focus. She had laid out all of her books, and notepads then grabbed a few snacks and a glass of wine before hunkering down on t...
Re-tool your life. Re-tool yourself. Sick of not getting what you should? Sick to fucking hell of all these assholes getting with hot people they really don't deserve? Sick to hell of Liberals and Feminists making impossible to jump through hoops so that only the privileged people get to be happy? Sick of being a goddamned incel? Look we all know that...
Angel and I are an elderly couple in our third childhood. Although we are not immune to the afflictions of growing older, we try not to let them keep us from having fun. She was raised to be a nice, Christian lady; her wild side didn't emerge until she married a hippy, ex-sailor guy named Kelly, that's me. If ever two people were meant for each other, it wa...
She slept soundly all night and when she woke in the morning, the smell of coffee filled her nose. She went to the bathroom and when she was dressed, she joined him in the kitchen. "You slept well, I believe," he said as he greeted her with a kiss. "Yes Master. Thank you for such a wonderful night." He smiled at her as he poured her a cup of coffee. He s...
2. Proper Order Restored The hierarchy of our new ménage, on the outskirts of Farnham Royal, was established from the start. Mistress Amber and Mistress Jet are the directors of our household, Miss Emerald and I constitute the 'second tier', Amethyst, Garnet and Opal each have their particular responsibilities, Sapphire is the general housekeeper -- respons...
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Misty sat at the windowsill watching the falling rain turn to snow. "Wonderful," she said sarcastically. "Just what I want, a white Valentine's Day." She popped another chocolate. It seemed all her friends had given her chocolate as a consolation gift for the holiday. Mmm, caramel, yet another reminder that Jason had taken his size two secretary on the week...
He was a rather average man. His name, John was as common as a name could get. His size was average, his face was plain. His age was the population average of thirty something. He was mild mannered and went out of his way to avoid confrontation. The only thing in which he wasn't average was his shyness. Technically he wasn't a virgin but he was so shy that h...